Lauren Oliver Quotes - Page 3

I don't love you, Lena. Do you hear me? I never love you.

You came form different starts and you'll come to different ends.

Even the greatest movements on earth, have their beginnings with something small.

Everything I see and touch reminds me of him, and so everything I see and touch is perfect.

I love you. Remember. They cannot take it

I wonder if this is how people always get close: They heal each other's wounds; they repair the broken skin.

He is my world and my world is him and without him there is no world.

Po flickered. "Thank you?" it repeated. "What is that?" Liesl thought. "It means, You were wonderful," she said. "It means, I couldn't have done it without you.

I've been so used to thinking of what the borders are keeping out that I haven't considered that they're also penning us in.

He is no longer mine to lose, but the grief is there, a gnawing sense of disbelief.

Of all the systems of the body - neurological, cognitive, special, sensory - the cardiological system is the most sensitive and easily disturbed. The role of society must be to shelter these systems from infection and decay, or else the future of the human race is at stake. Like a summer fruit that is protected from insect invasion, bruising, and rot by the whole mechanism of modern farming; so must we protect the heart.

Fridays are the hardest in some ways: you’re so close to freedom.

I feel an overwhelming rush of sadness... I'm just struck with a sense of time passing so quickly, rushing forward. One day I'll wake up and my whole life will be behind me, and it will seem to have gone as quickly as a dream.

i suppose that's the secret, if you're ever wishing for things to back the way they were. You just have to look up.

Human beings, in their natural state, are unpredictable, erratic, and unhappy. It is only once their animal instincts are controlled that they can be responsible, dependable, and content.

I know what the problem is, of course. The disorientation, the distraction, the difficulty focusing - all classic Phase One signs of deliria. But I don't care. If pneumonia felt this good I'd stand out in the snow in the winter with bare feet and no coat, or march into the hospital and kiss pneumonia patients

This is what I want. This is the only thing I've ever wanted. Everything else—every single second of every single day that has come before this very moment, this kiss—has meant nothing.

Grief is like sinking, like being buried.

She liked that word: we. It sounded warm and open, like a hug.

Sometimes I feel like if you just watch things, just sit still and let the world exist in front of you - sometimes I swear that just for a second time freezes and the world pauses in its tilt. Just for a second. And if you somehow found a way to live in that second, then you would live forever.

In a world without love, this is what people are to each other: values, benefits, and liabilities, numbers and data. We weigh, we quantify, we measure, and the soul is ground to dust.

We stand there for a moment, looking at each other, and in that instant I feel our connection so strongly it's as though it achieves physical existence, becomes a hand all around us, cupping us together, protecting us. This is what people are always talking about when they talk about god: this feeling, of being held and understood and protected. feeling this way seems about as close to saying a prayer as you could get.

The deadliest of all deadly things: It kills you both when you have it and when you don’t.

So many things become beautiful when you really look.

Yeah, but our choices are limited. We choose from a list that they chose for us." She said. "Well, Choices are supposed to be limited. That's life" I snapped